Summary: The Wizarding World has begun to persecute the LGBT community, and a new homophobic law is about to pass through the Wizengamot, authorizing their capture and swift execution. Hermione, Harry and Draco must reach safety before they, too, are found. Where will they go? Liberty Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA, to live with Hermione's half-brother Emmett of course! BKJT DMHP, MMLPHG, DBEH, TSBlake (BriTin, DraRry, MeLiOne, DreMmett, BlEo)

WARNINGS: threesomes, slash, femslash, het

A/N: This story occurs during an AU version of the post-series finale of QAF, and AU post-HP.

Rating: T

CHAPTER 3: Seeing Melanie and Lindsay

Previously: I jumped into the car and sped off towards their home.

I was looking forward to seeing my godchildren again. (Yes, they made me godparent. What were they thinking?)

When I got there, there were still lights in the windows, and I could see movement (no surprise, as I glanced at the clock in the dashboard. It was only 8:30 pm!).

I walked up to the front porch and knocked on the door. I watched a shadow come up to the front door and open the curtain, only then realizing that it was Lindsay. She smiled and opened the door.

"Hello, Hermione! We've been expecting you, Emmett called and said you planned on coming over and not giving in to temptation…?"

"Oh, yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something. Umm, could I come in? It's kind of private…"

"Oh, of course! Melanie, Hermione's at the door! I'm letting her in!" She called into the house.

I heard a faint reply, and Linds ushered me into the house. I went into the kitchen and sat at the table, waiting for Mel to join Linds and me. When she walked in, I quickly stood up.

"Mel, why don't you sit down? What I'm about to tell you is going to make you want to, and I really just want to say this, before I get too chicken. If that happens, I won't be able to tell you, and you'll leave without ever knowing what I'm about to say." She sat, wondering what it was that would make me babble.

I sucked in a deep breath. "So, when I first met you, I was nine months younger than Emmett at the time. I should know, I'm his half-sister. So I was twenty, since Em was almost twenty-one. That day, I started to have a crush on you. Both of you. When I came back the next year, Mel, you looked so mother-hen-ish and Linds looked so happy, that I started to fall for you both, deep and hard. Since then, I have written to you both and I have tried to stop myself, but I couldn't. And when I found out that you two were moving to Canada, I wanted to tell you before you moved away and I never saw you again. If you want to kick me out of your house, fine. I just wanted you to know before-" I was silenced by lips on my ear and my own. I sighed. I was wanted in the hearts, home, and bed of these two women.

They pulled away, and Lindsay started talking. "Hermione, we've talked this over before. We agreed that if we both loved another person, with all of our hearts, then we would either bring them in or split up to be with those people. It just depended on if we liked the same person, or two different people, and if they loved us back. I think we've found the former in you, at least I have. I don't know about Mel, but I love you too, sweetie."

Mel looked at Linds. "I love her too, Linds. I wish you had told me this. We could have had her a long time ago, if we had just spoken to each other. But it's okay now. I mean, we have each other now. But we still will have to make sure that this works out between us." Linds and I nodded.

I smiled at them, happy that I would have a chance with these two wonderful women. "So, what are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Well, we were going to move to Canada, where they are more accepting of us, and they won't kill us for what we are. You are welcome to come with us."

I smiled shyly, "I would love to."

TWO MONTHS LATER…IN CANADA

I walked into the kitchen, where Mel and Linds were talking. When they saw me, they stopped, sensing that I had to say something very important. "Since this is working out, I have to tell you something. I'm a witch. I can do magic and stuff, like this." I fixed the pieces of glass that were on the floor. They became a vase and a candy dish. I floated them up to where I remembered them being, and put an automatic Reparo on them, so that whenever they broke, they would immediately be returned to their original form. I did that with all of the breakables in the house, so that whenever we drop or start to throw something, nothing would actually get damaged. I told them this, and said, "Well, that's what I've been hiding from all of you, except for Emmett. He was there when I opened my letter to the boarding school I went to. What do you think?" I looked at them nervously, until Mel laughed.

"Well, that's not something you see every day! I didn't know there were more of us in our little group! You kept it well hidden, chickie. But I don't know the last spell you used. What was it?"

"It was one I created. I kept having to fix things after Harrikins and Drakey-poo had arguments, so I researched and put together this spell. It's just a Reparo with a different wand movement. It's very easy." I noticed that Linds had gone unnaturally pale. "Linds, what's wrong?" I asked, worried that she wasn't taking this revelation well.

"I'm fine; I'm just kicking myself that I didn't notice this earlier. Does this 'Drakey-poo' have ice-blond hair and silver eyes?" When I nodded, she paled even more. "I'm his cousin."

A/N: End of the chapter! No, actually, I'm just kidding…

"What? Well, that's odd, but it really isn't. But if you're his cousin, your related parents could only be Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, Sirius Black, Andromeda Tonks nee Black, or Jennifer Taylor nee Malfoy."

"My actual parents are Sirius Black and Alissa Peterson. They split up before I was born because Sirius fell in love with another man, which is why she hates me. My 'older' sister doesn't know, because she's actually younger than me. Mother held me in magical stasis until after she was born, so my step-father would think that I'm his daughter. I always wanted to meet Siri, and congratulate him for breaking the heart of my shrew of a mother, but I've never seen him."

I looked at her sadly. "That's because, for the first twelve or so years of your life, he was in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Then, when I was thirteen, he escaped. He ran to Harry, to confess that he didn't do it, but our government tried to hunt him down using the most foul beasts imaginable; the Dementors. That year, we also met Remus Lupin-Black, though he doesn't use the hyphenated part of his name a lot. The poor man is a werewolf, and gay, so he gets no sympathies in our government. He has no rights to do anything but rot in jail, and they probably won't even allow him to do that. They'll suck out his soul and then kill him!" I stopped, breathing heavily, and asked, "Linds, on your eleventh birthday, did you ever get any letters with your first initial, last name, and exact location, with a seal that was a school crest?"

She shook her head. "No, but my mother may have hidden it from me. She never allowed me to get the mail or pet strange creatures. Though, I do remember an owl, with something around its leg. Mother took the old shotgun off the wall and shot at the owl until it went away. Coming to think of it, an old man came to our house many times, after I had done something strange, like once I colored my teacher's hair neon purple." I laughed. "My friend Harry did that too, but it was a wig and he turned it blue. But it seems like Dumbledore's been messing around again. Doesn't he know that putting blocks on children's growing magic can hurt them! Linds, Mel, do you have a working fireplace that I could use for a minute? I'm going to call a healer, one that I trust, not the one at the school I went to; she's been compelled by Dumbles to heal children and tell only him if they're being mistreated. She never tells the government, only Dumblefuck."

"Of course, 'Mione. The fireplace's in the living room. Do you need any Floo powder?"

"No, I don't. I have some in my bag. Just give me a second…"

"Don't worry about it, we have some in the flowerpot over the mantle, the one with the big spider plant in it. I hid it there so it would be there, but unnoticeable. Go, quickly. I think some blocks have been put on her mind, too."

I ran to the fireplace, weaving around semi-unpacked boxes. I threw some green powder into the small fire, whispering, "St. Mungo's Dumbledore-Induced Trauma Wing" I stepped into the now-green fire.

When that awful spinning stopped, I was in the right place, but it was all burnt out and destroyed, as if someone had had a giant tantrum in it. "Hello? Is anybody here?" I called, hoping to get some attention without bringing the structure down on my head.

"Over here, girl. And be quiet!" I walked towards the voice. What I saw was an old woman, Augusta Longbottom if I remembered correctly. At her feet was Neville, crying like a child.

"Mrs. Longbottom, what happened here? I was here a few days ago, and it was fine."

"Dumbledore happened. He heard of the name of this wing and took offense, so he forcibly tore it down. It caused most of the patients here to go into shock, so they've been moved to the main hospital to recover."

"What happened to Neville?"

"He tried to stop Dumbledore from tearing down the hospital, do he was cursed with the mental age of a child. I don't think he'll ever be the same."

I looked at Neville, and the woman who had already lost most of her family. I didn't want her to have to outlive her last relative. "Augusta, I'm going to try and heal Neville. I've heard of this spell before, but it's usually used in cases of accidental de-aging. I'm going to make Nev physically a child, then give him potions that are made to cure someone of this. If it doesn't work, you will just have to raise him from childhood again. I'm sorry, but this is all I can do." Augusta smiled at me.

"I knew you were always a good friend of my Neville, but I never knew how good of a friend you were. I'm so very sorry that our idiotic Minister caused you to be forever shunned from our society, but you are always welcome in my home. I don't care what the consequences are, but all of you are. Even Draco. I know he's changed, though I'm not sure I'm willing to overlook the things his father has done. Or his mother, for that matter, though she fought for a different cause."

"I am willing to bring you to where I have been hiding, as long as you morally promise, not on your magic or life, never to tell a soul where I have been staying for the last 24 hours."

"I promise. Why are you taking Neville and me?"

"I want to show you that not all Malfoys are evil. I know Lucius's nephew and Sirius's daughter. I have for a while; I just hadn't put the clues together."

"Of course. Where are we going? And shouldn't we bring a Healer with us?"

"We are. Walking in here restored my memories of training as a Healer. I am one, you know. Dumbledore removed my memories. Luckily, walking into this building, no matter how decimated, removes every one of Dumbledore's mind blocks."

"Wow, I never knew. So, who are you staying with until you find a place, wherever we're going?"

"Oh, sorry, we are going to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I have a flat on Liberty Avenue that I'll be staying in with Harry and Draco, but I can rent another for the two of you to stay in, but while we're there, no magic except around Melanie, Lindsay, Emmett, Harry, and Draco. Mel is a witch, Linds is Sirius's daughter and is why I'm here in the first place, and Emmett is my half-brother, but the others I don't know if they're magical. But I do know that the other blond, Justin Taylor, his mother is Jennifer Malfoy. I think she would remember you, if I knew where they lived, or when she and her daughter Molly are going to visit Debbie or Brian and Justin. If I find out, I will tell you, but until then, I will keep you two hidden as well as I can. Don't be surprised if I show up with her at your doorstep, but we've stayed here long enough. We have to leave now." We ran towards the fireplace. I stopped when I heard Apparition. I turned to see Dumbledore, looking livid that someone had been there. "Go, now! Here's some powder, I'll hold him off!" Augusta didn't stop, hauling Nev with her. I cast a silence ward around the fireplace so Dumbles wouldn't know where they were going. I watched as they disappeared in green flames, and turned back towards him.

"Hello, Bumblefuck. How are you? Nevermind, I don't really care. All I care about is why you decided to blow. Up. A. HOSPITAL. I don't care if you didn't like the name, you don't blow up a HOSPITAL! And it deserved the name it had. It was dedicated to fixing your mistakes, which is why I came here. So, now what? Are you going to block my memory again? Or are you going to kill me? Or take me prisoner?"

"Oh, my dear girl, I wouldn't kill you. And taking someone prisoner is so cliché. So, I'm going to give you a choice. Either you become my bride or I'll marry you off to another poor man."

I looked at him, disgusted. "I will never do any such thing! I am already in love, and you can't stop that!"

"Well, fine then. I guess you take the third road. You die." He cast a silent spell at me, which I dodged. I sent a handcuffing spell that was used by Aurors until Fudge came into power and declared it Dark. Under Minister Bones, who didn't agree with the new law, it was declared useable by only those in great danger. Dumbledore, thinking he could block it, cast a low-level shield spell to block it, but that was part of the spell- it went past all barriers and manifested handcuffs around the wrists and ankles of the person intended, so they couldn't trap Aurors. It landed straight on the mark, and Dumbles was restrained. I sent a Patronus to Minister Bones, stating what had happened and where to find the madman. Also, I sent my professional opinion on the matter. I could only hope that she would listen to me.

A/N: Gah, finally! I thought this chapter would never end!

Finished: 7-22-2011

Chapter Word Count: 2,667

Final Word Count: 7,923